Dear Neighbor,
Dumping a bunch of crap in your front yard and putting up a sign that says “free stuff” does not constitute a yard sale. Nobody wants your random tupperware lids. The sad thing is that it probably took you more time to make the sign than it would have for you to just put your trash in the trash which makes you lazy and stupid.
Thanks for keeping it classy.
- Dave
Because hitting a person with a car isn’t enough.
One of my coworkers is involved in the prank war to end all prank wars and asked for help in coming up with ideas (“It has to be mean but not cruel”). Here’s my contribution:
You come home from a movie, walk in, turn on the lights and Gary Coleman is sitting on your couch.
Handcuffed to, say, an end table.
Mr. Coleman hands you a note which informs you that in order to get the key to the handcuffs you must perform a number of humiliating tasks in public which will be recorded and uploaded to YouTube.
Until then, Gary Coleman stays on your couch. You’re responsible for providing him three meals a day, figuring out a way to get the end table into a bathroom, and keeping the remote control within arm’s length.
What do you think? How would you react if you came home to this scenario?
P.S. Who knows how much you’d have to pay Mr. Coleman to do this. However, if the price was right, I think I’d be willing to do it for someone. Let me know in the comments if you’re interested.
The best part was that she didn’t get it at all.
Well, we thought it was funny.
As an aside, I vaguely remember hearing something about how women mature faster than men, but I wasn’t really paying attention.
